i am a lyrical lyricist… again.
I wrote this today and I guess mai bro thinks I’m like this awesome rap-lyric writer now or something -_- Probably only cuz it was all bunched up together and LOOKED like a rap. I don’t kno if it would even work to music tho. Ah, well.
Communication’s definition? A tainted intonation of secular religion. A world of zombies without hesitation when it comes to a group conjunction. But alone, they lack the imagination to function.
One acts against his own power; a follower pretends to be a leader. His old self disintegrates with its last breath and a fake, greedy soul replaces the old; a once warm heart stands alone in the cold.
Feel the rising tension and building frustration? All because a misled nation brings a lost generation.
An unsolvable puzzle with too many turns… swallowing victims in its continuous churns. All you learn - branded on by mental burn. Lost in a world that is just a blur. Of this I’m sure; it’s the way life works.
I think it is more like a poem than a rap… but I DID change it around some and I think I made it more poem-like than rap-like.
@ our school there are these three guys who have been rapping on our bulletin this whole week (for some marketing club) and I guess it is cool, but I have like half a mind to go up to them and be like… let mee rap with yoo… and I’ll prove to everyone that ANYONE can rap. And I also find it quite funny how 90% of black guys wanna be rappers. I guess it’s kinda like how 90% of Korean girls wanna be kasoos. Hehheh. Anyway. Moral of the story: Anyone can rap dood.